It's weird, my grandma when she was downsizing to her new flat, gave me a ton (and I mean a ton) of fabric and I kinda just chucked it in the loft. Then I had the random thought 'let's be creative and make some clothes!!'. Which is realistically the best thing for me, seeing as I have to have a constant inflow of new clothing and am also completely skint, defo a WIN WIN!!
I'm also reading Hippotimous (not sure on spelling) by Stephen Fry and was ecstatic to discover that it is actually based around where I live. I'm still at the beginning though so not too sure on what happens.
jumper- charity shop
espadrilles- Miss Selfridge
bracelet- french market